Super laid back and easy going, Pat was born and raised in Hawaii…specifically Lanai…and then Oahu…and then Lanai again. My very own islander. He knows all he has to do to put a smile on my face is bust out the pidgin English, but you can read all 18 reasons why I love him here.
Our Hapa Babies:
(sidenote: Hapa is a Hawaiian term used to describe a person of mixed Asian or Pacific Islander heritage. There. You learned something.)
Maile was born less than a year after we were married and is six years old. Pronounced My-Lee.
She’s sensitive and sweet, laughs at people who hurt themselves, hates needles, introverted like her Mom and Dad, artistic and crafty, thoughtful and slightly manipulative…as only big sisters can be.
Laina was born 19 months later. Pronounced Lay-nuh.
She’s goofy and funny, thoughtful and busy, hates being laughed at when she hurts herself, seriously obsessed with dogs, owns an imaginary purple house where she can do anything she wants and can be content playing by herself for hours.
26 months later Kainoa blessed our lives. I had a “feeling” I was going to have a boy precisely because I was telling everyone I didn’t want one. He came out and fit right exactly into my arms. I’ve been in love ever since. My boy. Kainoa. Pronounced Ky-no-uh.
He’s rambunctious and crazy, daring and moody, he loves to “nuggle” (snuggle) and “get cozy” while watching Elmo. He’s a climber, a food thrower, a “no mommy!” screamer, and he gets away with it all because he’s my baby and he’s just too stinking cute.